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And it's titled,

I 34 female turned to my husband, male for support after some bad news.

He pointed out a blemish on my face in response. Is this a big enough straw to break the camel's back?

Throw away because he knows my username. We have been through a lot together. We met in college

nearly 15 years ago. We're long distance for a little while after graduation, then moved

overseas together and back again. We now own a house, have some pets, are both gamefully

employed, and have a wonderful time together. We're great together when times are good.

We've been married for seven years. The problem is that he is a really awful communicator,

while I'm very open with how I'm feeling. I wear my heart on my sleeve while he could keep

what he's feeling inside indefinitely. This has always been hard to reconcile, but our problems really

started about two years ago when we started talking about the subject of having children.

I had serious doubts about my capacity for motherhood, but he wanted to be a father.

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